G-spotter

They aren't new. I have had some for 3 years. They aren't hard to get either. MEC has tons.

Nobody wears running shoes or Lycra anymore!

Yeah, join the revolution, man

Better not have any flappers or crack scabs

Although you shouldn't drink and drive, it's OK to drink and crawl!

There should be a thread just about things not to say to cops... "Hey man, wanna donut?" "I thought you only did this to black people." "Don't you have any protestors to beat today?" "Hey officer - how come only gay men and cops have moustaches?"

A noted sex therapist realized that people often lie about the frequency of their encounters, so he devised a test to tell for certain how often someone had sex. To prove his theory, he filled up an auditorium with people, and went down the line asking each person to smile. Using the size of the person's smile, the therapist was able to guess accurately how often each person had sex. The last man in line was grinning from ear to ear. "Twice a day," the therapist guessed, but was surprised when the man said no. "Once a day, then?" Again the answer was no. "Twice a week?" "No." "Twice a month?" "No." When the doctor asked, "Once a year?" the man finally said yes. The therapist was angry that his theory hadn't worked with this individual, and he asked the man, "What the heck are you so happy about?" The man answered, "Tonight's the night!"

Do you think the 3 kilos and the ripping off holds part were connected

Which is worse? Tequila hangover or red wine hangover?

Bloodninja: I need you talk like a pirate. sweet17: ??? Bloodninja: When I start to go limp... you say "HARRRR!!!" Bloodninja: ok? Bloodninja: Hello? sweet17: You can't be serious Bloodninja: Oh yes I am! Bloodninja: It's my fantasy. sweet17: this is retarded Bloodninja: Do you want it or not? sweet17: Yes I want it. Bloodninja: Then you'll do it for me? sweet17: sure Bloodninja: Ok. Here we go. Bloodninja: I gently remove your panties and being to massage your thighs. Bloodninja: You get really juicy thinking about my tounge brushing up against them Bloodninja: I softly begin to tounge your wet kitty. Bloodninja: I run my tounge up and down your smooth cunt. sweet17: mmmm yeah Bloodninja: uh oh ...going limp. sweet17: Har Bloodninja: You gotta do better than that! Bloodninja: Your picture was really bad. sweet17: HARRRRRRRRRRRR Bloodninja: Ahhhh. Much better. I feel your kitty get more moist with every stroke. Bloodninja: I softly suck on your clit bringing it in and out of my mouth. Bloodninja: Your juices run down my chin as your scent makes its way to my nose. Bloodninja: I begin to feel empowered by your femininity. sweet17: mmmmmm you are good Bloodninja: I feel your thighs tighten as I suckharder Bloodninja: going limp sweet17: HARRRRRRR Bloodninja: Mmmm I grab your swelling buttocks in my hands. Bloodninja: You begin to sway back and forth. Bloodninja: going limp sweet17: this is stupid Bloodninja: ...still limp Bloodninja: Do it! sweet17: HARRRRRRRRRRRRR Bloodninja: I turn you around to lick your asshole. Bloodninja: I pry apart that battleship you call your ass. Bloodninja: I see poo nuggets hanging from the hair around your ass. sweet17: WTF?!?!?

looks like a job for "Hot Henry"

They still use rabbits in the harelip industry.

they use the parrot!

It works better than a stump.

maybe she's just into realtors? http://www.google.ca/search?hl=en&q=michael+layton&btnG=Google+Search&meta=

If only Fox had written "hott sheepskin vest slab" your bitch status would be intact.

Alex Lowe once said "The best climber is the one having the most fun!"

I think it was more of an "unplanned" attempt to get OFF Super Slab. But you are right, it could have actually been a spectacularly unsuccessful attempt to 'reserve' Dances With Clams for the day by setting an early TR on it in advance of Gary's Mountie group showing up.

I heard there is a new slab climb on St Helens Can anyone give me the beta?

Choss!

they are the Pirate version of iPods

crooked consumption causes cirrhosis, cataracts, cysts, cascadeclimbers.com, cooties, cancer, convulsions, creeping crud, and other conundrums

i own wool knickers

where are the photos